"Grappling with fate is like meeting an expert wrestler: to escape, you have to accept the fall when you are thrown. The only thing that counts is whether you get back up." ~ Deng Ming-Dao, Everyday Tao: Living with Balance and Harmony

Tossed and tumbled
in a dichotomy of light and shadow,
caught
between the desire for expression
and a strong sense of practicality,

I struggle to move--
to progress
and find myself
scattered
in the ice of indecision.

Written as part of Poet Share, B.S. Poets, 7/20/13, Number One.Rules?1. Write a short poem or vignette about the Gif or image.2. Link back to B.S. Poets from your post.3. Sign up in the Mr. Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you've posted.4. (Added by me...) Read the other pieces there and comment when moved to do so. As we support and encourage others, we support and encourage ourselves.

Focus blurred by bleary eyes struggling
with the language of legalities--
theretofore and henceforward,
the soul surrenders to the whispers
of ancient wisdom pleading
a case against pragmatism--
making art of monotony,
pivoting plain proposals
into poetry.

Concussion waves
turn dust to smoke
obscuring all but impact.
Light filters in frantic
fingers pointing at nothing
as pathways fade to black
sucking shoe soles
into an undertow abyss.
Staccato shots pierce the din
followed by further detonation
and all goes dim--
not stopped
but stunned
and so, the chase continues...